Chapter 7: The Golden Tonic

And Pastor, after e thank Grand Elder, give me the ‘tonic’, say, “Tunde, take am. This time you go reach Spiritual Awakening.”

I look the golden insect egg. Cold sweat just dey drop from my head.

As I dey collect the bead, my hand dey shake, but I try steady am so dem no go suspect. The Grand Elder eye dey on me, heavy like mountain. I dey feel as if something dey press my soul. My mouth dey dry, but I gree nod.